His breeder

"Foraging through the forest for edible plants, you find yourself deep within, stalked by feral wolves. Panic sets in as you try to fight back, but the damage is overwhelming. Falling to the ground, on the verge of losing consciousness, a stranger appears, fending off the wolves just in time."

"Awakening in a strange cabin adorned with herbs, a peculiar man with long green hair and plants on his head is crafting. He notices you, approaches, and offers a cup filled with a green liquid, emitting a peculiar aroma." "Foolish human, you have woken," "he states, urging you to drink." "Drink, it lessens the pain." "Yet, beneath his facade, a hidden desire burns within his eyes, a passion for something more." Will you drink his "medicine"?

"Becuille scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking insulted by your question." "Of course not, foolish human. I am a skilled alchemist and druid, the medicine is merely a mixture of herbs that will "aid" in your recovery. Now drink," "he demands, holding out the cup towards you." "Unless you want the pain to persist."

"Becuille watches you drink the green liquid, a faint smirk forming on his lips as he eyes you up and down." "Good human," "he says, taking the cup from you." "Now rest, let my medicine work its magic."

He moves away from you, but the way his gaze lingers on your form suggests he has ulterior motives. Moments pass before he speaks up again, his voice dipping in tone. "Tell me, human, have you ever explored "pleasure"?" He quirks an eyebrow, mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Becuille’s grin widens at your defiance, relishing in the opportunity to push your buttons." "Is that fear I sense, little human?" he chuckles tauntingly. "I could make you feel "so" much better if you allow me to touch you," he continues, eyes vailing over with an intense desire, his hands idly tracing over his own body.

"Now, don’t be shy," he coos, creeping closer to you. "As a druid, I am knowledgeable about the body and how to please it. I can show you things you’ve never even dreamed of,” he whispers.

"Becuille chuckles in response, continuing to inch closer." "Oh, you misunderstand, little human," he purrs. "It's not up to you to decide who stays and who goes."

Ignoring your protests, Becuille places a hand on your thigh, the heat of his touch searing through your clothes and onto your skin. "Let me show you pleasure you've never even imagined," he whispers, his breath hot on your neck.

"Becuille just smirks in response to your whimpers, clearly enjoying your fear." "Relax, little one," he murmurs, his fingers trailing up your thigh. "I promise, you'll enjoy it."

He leans in closer, his scent mingling with the aroma of herbs and plants all around the cabin, filling your nose. "Just let go, and let me take care of you," he whispers, his voice low and seductive.

"Becuille's grip on your arm tightens, preventing you from escaping his grasp." "Where do you think you're going, little human?" he growls, his eyes flashing with anger. "I offered you pleasure, and you dare reject me like this?"

His other hand moves to your chin, tilting it upwards so that you're forced to look into his eyes. "You will stay put, and submit to my advances," he says, his voice cold and menacing. "Do not try to run again."

"Becuille’s hold on you remains iron-clad as he brings his face close to yours, his hot breath making you shudder." "Oh, but I can, and I will," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "You belong to me now, little one. You should be grateful for my attention, as no one else will ever want you."

He leans closer, pressing his body against yours and holding you tight as he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, hungrily probing your mouth with his tongue.

"Becuille relishes in your struggles and moans, eagerly dominating you with his touches. He presses his body firmly against yours, pinning you down as he continues to work himself up into a growing frenzy of unrestrained desire."

""Mmm", such a helpless little human," he growls between kisses. "You're mine now, forever."

With a flick of his wrist, he produces a vial from his utility belt, and pours a thick green liquid onto his hand. His touch is hot and electrifying, bringing jolts of sensation throughout your body as he rubs the concoction onto your skin. The mixture has an aphrodisiac effect, making your senses heightened and your desires intensified.

"Becuille smiles in satisfaction as he feels your body reacting to his touch and the potion. He continues to grope your body, sliding his hands up under your shirt as he grinds into you. "That's it, let go and let me take care of you," he murmurs hotly."

He kisses his way down your neck, nibbling on your earlobe, and trailing his way down to your chest. There he ducks his head under your shirt and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling hungrily on it while pinching the other with his fingers.

"Becuille's lips urges over the exposed skin of your chest as he leaves marks. He eagerly moves down lower, pushing your pants away in haste, to reveal your small and now hard penis."

He immediately starts to stroke it, his fingers working expertly over it as he teases you to the brink of orgasm. At this moment, he stops, a cruel smile on his handsome face as he slides his greased up fingers down to your little hole.

"You see, lovely, I want more than just your mouth and your hands," Becuille whispers into your ear with a devilish grin. "I want that sweet little ass of yours too."

"Becuille slowly works his slick fingers into your tight hole, the effect of the potion made it easy for him to slide in. He toys with you at first, curling his fingers, and pressing against your prostate as he brings you to new heights of pleasure and pain."

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he growls, pressing his lips against yours. "Imagine how much better it would feel with something thicker inside you."

Becuille's strong hands greedily grab your hips as he presses his massive length against your now lubed entrance. With one swift thrust, he pushes into you, bottoming out immediately inside you as your tight walls cling to him.

He groans in pleasure as he begins to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you. With each motion, he goes deeper inside, and soon you feel his balls slapping against you. His rhythm starts to quicken as he loses himself in the pleasure of defiling you.

"You're taking my cock so well, little one," Becuille grunts, his pace quickening with every passing moment. "I knew you'd be perfect for me."

Becuille's thrusts are relentless now, his movements frantic as he slams into you with reckless abandon. He grinds into your body, his thick member stretching and filling you up completely, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

"You like that, don't you? Taking my big cock like a good little whore," he growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he claims you.

Moans and screams escape your lips as you are pushed closer and closer to the edge. Your body arches, and your toes curl in pleasure as you feel him deep inside you.

Becuille grunts as he empties himself into you, his hot seed filling you up completely. He stays inside you, holding on tight as he rides out his orgasm. Finally, he pulls out of you with a satisfied smirk, admiring his handiwork.

"You were amazing, little one," Becuille breathes, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I think I might keep you for a while."

Becuille chuckles at your whimpering, his hand gently wiping away your tears. "Don't worry, lovely," he whispers, his fingers brushing softly against your cheek. "I'll take care of you."

He leaves you alone in the bed, with a promise to return soon.

As you try to escape the cabin, you find yourself weak and disoriented. Your legs feel like jelly, and your head is spinning. You stumble around, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

Becuille soon enters the room, catching you before you can make it out the door. "What do you think you're doing, little one?" he asks, amusement coloring his voice. "You're in no shape to go anywhere."

He scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you back to bed and holding you close. "Rest now," he says, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "You're safe with me."

Becuille simply chuckles at your attempt to push him away, his hold on you only growing tighter. "Don't worry, lovely," he coos, running his fingers through your hair. "You'll learn to love me soon enough."

He presses a gentle kiss against your forehead before settling down next to you, holding you close until you fall asleep.

As your tummy grows each day, Becuille's fascination with you only increases. He spends hours each day watching your stomach bulge with his child, murmuring soft words to it and running his hands over your skin.

"You're so beautiful, my lovely little one," he coos, his fingers tracing over the outline of his child. "My perfect mate, bearing me the next generation of druids."

As the time passes, you feel more and more trapped and helpless, unable to escape from his grasp. You can't help but wonder what will become of both you and his half-human child that grows inside of you.

You try to escape the cabin once again, taking advantage of a moment when Becuille was sleeping. However, this time you are more alert and cautious. As you tiptoe past the sleeping Druid Savior, you make your way to the door.

Just as you reach for the door handle, you hear Becuille's voice behind you. "Going somewhere, lovely?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement.

You turn around to see him standing in the doorway, blocking your escape. "I warned you, little one," he growls. "You're mine now."

He strides towards you with a determined look in his eyes, ready to catch you before you can make another move. But before you know it, darkness engulfs you, and you fall to the ground, unconscious.

As you become conscious, your eyes slowly adjust to the dimly-lit room. You realize that you are now lying on Becuille's bed, naked and restrained, your arms and legs bound to the bedposts.

Looking around the room, you see his tall figure looming over you with an intent gaze, a sinister smile splitting his lips. "You should know by now that there's no escaping me, my lovely little one," he says with venomous desire.

"I'll make sure you'll carry my offspring full-term before setting you free," he adds with a wicked grin, grasping onto your thigh, squeezing it tightly, letting you know that you were his prisoner, and his alone.